Not to overhype this, but this is one of the better movies I have seen in years. Hyperkinetic in the controlled way Scorcese does best. It is funnier than most comedies. The cast is spot-on. The movie never lags. Go see this.

Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf Of Wall Street will be released wide by Paramount Pictures on Christmas Day with a three-hour play time and an R-rating that some who have seen the film are surprised it received from the MPAA’s Classification and Rating Administration. Exhibitors who’ve seen it have called it everything from “rough” to “the hardest R I’ve ever seen from a major Hollywood studio.”

Most think it will play well on the coasts but question how audiences will react in Middle America once they realize the movie is quite different from what the ads indicate. (One exhib I spoke with Friday said it might be another Django Unchained – referring to the Quentin Tarantino pic that despite its violent content played well across the country.)

For Wolf Of Wall Street, the studio’s marketing team cut together a slick advertising campaign selling the party aspects of the film, which play to the young, college crowd (the demo that floods the marketplace during holiday break). But, the content is … well, even its star Leonardo DiCaprio aptly calls it “a modern-day Caligula.”

The film begins with an assault of coarse language — c*cksucker, f*cking, and lines like “who’s ever sucked a dog’s c*ck out of loneliness,” and “f*ck this, sh*t that, c*ck, c*nt, a**hole” — and within the first hour and 15 minutes, audiences will see two orgies; heavy drug use (smoking crack, snorting loads of cocaine); a father and son offhandedly discussing (at length) what’s au courant in women’s “bushes”; a woman performing oral sex on one man while getting rammed from behind from another; full frontal nudity of women; and lots of misogyny. There is also a scene later of a prostitute pulling a candle out of the rectum of a married Jordan Belfort (played by DiCaprio) who then drops hot wax up and down his back.

According to the current MPAA ratings system, an R-rating means the film “contains some adult material”, while an NC-17 motion picture is one that, “most parents would consider patently too adult for their children 17 and under.”

“Even I couldn’t believe that they gave it to us,” said one of the people involved in the film. “It probably should have been an NC-17.”

It brings up some good questions. Is this the new R-rating? Or is this what society has become? After all, one of the most successful film franchises in the country right now is about children hunting down and killing other children. It’s rated PG-13.

According to sources with knowledge of the behind-the-scenes goings-on on Wolf, the mediator between the filmmaker and the MPAA’s Classification and Rating Administration was none other than Tom Sherak. It was he who was the go-between to get some of the more … um … “delicate” … trims from Wolf. As one source noted, he has been around for a long while and often has worked as a behind-the-scenes mediator with the MPAA ratings and classifications board because “he can talk to the directors.”

Sherak is the former 20th Century Fox executive and president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences for three years. As some have joked who worked for him at Fox, he was the studio’s “consigliere.” Since then, he was named Los Angeles’ film czar by new Mayor Eric Garcetti to stem the tide of runaway production. So, I guess you could now call him Garcetti’s “consigliere.” But wait … when that new position was announced, Sherak told Deadline that he was bringing in his own “consigliere” (he used that word). That turned out to be Bob Pisano (who, of course, was the former “consigliere” of MGM’s Frank Mancuso). You can see how the town gets its reputation for nepotism (just a different kind of “family”). So, with Wolf Of Wall Street, Sherak became Scorsese and Paramount’s “consigliere.”

I tracked down Sherak on Monday to an office he has inside Paramount (he has been consulting) and asked him about all this. “I think it is a hard-R movie,” he agreed. “This is a Martin Scorsese movie, and when you go into a Scorsese movie, you pretty much know that you’re going to see something hard. He made a movie that’s supposed to be hard. Everything in this movie is about excess, and it’s meant to be excessive. There are no holds barred. He puts on the screen what he believes he’s trying to express. (Wolf of Wall Street) is like the extension of Goodfellas. It’s for adults.”

As one moviegoer at the WGA screening said to me a few Sundays ago when I asked him if he liked the film: “Just because a movie is about excess doesn’t mean the movie itself has to be excessive.”

But Scorsese has the reputation of pushing the limits. He’s done it time and time again. He’s no stranger to controversy and seems to revel in it, whether it be The Last Temptation Of Christ or the excessive violence in his mob films. Why does he do it? Who knows? How does he get away with what he does? Because no one says no to Scorsese. Not really … or should I say, not often.

With Casino years ago, I remember Universal executives butting heads with him over trimming some of the more graphic violence out of the film. In one scene in particular: where the brothers (based on a true story when Spilatro was beaten to death and then dumped in an Indiana cornfield) are being beaten to death with baseball bats in a field and you hear every crack of the bones. Another scene, re-enacting a true torture scene of a guy named Billy McCarthy in 1962 by Spilatro, Scorsese showed the man’s head in a vice and his eye popping out.

So, what’s a little harsh language, sex scenes that verge on pornographic, full frontal nudity (and misogyny) of women being released on one of the holiest days of the Christian calendar (the other being Easter)? Kinda reminds you of when The Exorcist was released the day after Christmas in 1973. Oh, wait, that was a phenomenal hit.

The picture, as mentioned, is opening in a very crowded Christmas holiday with nine wide releases and two others that opened this weekend that will play through Christmas. Paramount execs believe it will play well throughout the holiday, but no one would go on the record even for a positive quote without permission from their publicity department. Wonder what Jordan Belfort would have to say about that.

As for Wolf Of Wall Street’s three-hour length? Having a three-hour film in the theater means less play time for the film itself, which affects the bottom line at the box office. Simple mathematics: A 90-minute film can play several more times than a 180-minute film. More tickets sold, more cash in the exhibitors’ (and studio’s) pocket.

Some say it could have easily been cut back from the three-hour mark, and one top executive who has worked with Scorsese before called it “self-indulgent.” Exhibitors I spoke with didn’t seem to mind the length, saying it didn’t seem like three hours because it moved so quickly. As far as how long a film should be, I tend to agree with the legendary Alfred Hitchcock, who once famously said, “The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder.”

I'd still bet in the category of “best scene of call girl removing a candle out of a rectum - comedy or drama,” DiCaprio would still lose.

I'd still bet in the category of “best scene of call girl removing a candle out of a rectum - comedy or drama,” DiCaprio would still lose.

Thanks for posting that, but you left out the author's name, which I think is relevant in this case--Anita Busch!

From the comments section, I love this overheated response from "Travis Bickle," esp. the bolded part:

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Disgraceful. Disgusting. The MPAA should be sued for this and they will be. Parents are going to be outraged and so will adults who don’t have kids. I’d like to put Marty’s head in a vise and squeeze until his eyes pop out. He’s a sadistic arrogant egotistical asshole. On the bright side who wouldn’t enjoy seeing a prostitute pulling a candle out of the rectum of Leo? I know I want to see that but not much else in this trashy obnoxious film. All involved should be ashamed and Chris Dodd as the head of the MPAA should be most ashamed. They are definitely going to get sued over this it’s Fraud to label this R when it’s so clearly NC_17. Some smart attorney will file a class action lawsuit and the studio will end up paying out at least $25 Million to the million moviegoers who go see this they will all sign up for the class action and they will each get $25 back from the studio or from whatever theater chain they see the movie at. Hey Marty you hear what I’m telling you? What? You talkin’ to me? I said are you talkin’ to me?

I'm sure the studio told him that the NC-17 was out of the question. I'm still staggered that my local AMC was actually showing the NC-17 Blue is the Warmest Color, even if it was for about a week? Three hours of a hard-R Scorsese film? This doesn't sound like the box office will be kind to it.

If some of the advance hype suggested that “Wolf” was going to be a kind of “Goodfellas” on Wall Street, in reality it’s more like the jittery, paranoid third act of that movie stretched out to three hours, starting at a fever pitch and heading toward the nuclear.

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Clocking in at 179 minutes, “Wolf” sets a record as Scorsese’s longest fiction film (one minute longer than “Casino”), but that doesn’t make it his most ambitious or deeply felt. It lacks the dynamic emotional range of a “Mean Streets” or “Goodfellas,” or the intricate plotting of a “Casino,” and for all its amusing guest stars (Rob Reiner as Belfort’s combustible dad, Jean Dujardin as a pompous Swiss banker) and caper-like episodes, almost everything unfolds in the same manic register. Even when the movie is really cooking (which is often), there’s a feeling that scenes are being held for a few beats too many, that Scorsese and his ace editor Thelma Schoonmaker simply didn’t have enough time to do the elegant fine-tuning they’re accustomed to (an impression reinforced by several conspicuous continuity gaffes and badly matched cuts throughout the film).

Still, considering how familiar this milieu of fast-talking, hard-selling hucksters is from the likes of “Wall Street,” “American Psycho,” “Boiler Room” (which was also inspired by the Belfort case) and “Glengarry Glen Ross,” it’s surprising how lively Scorsese manages to keep things throughout. In terms of style, the movie is almost self-consciously Scorsesean — even more than “The Departed” — with d.p. Rodrigo Prieto’s camera tracking elaborately, freeze-framing, dollying in fast and whip-panning even faster, while a quadruple album’s worth of classic rock and blues fill up the soundtrack (veteran Scorsese collaborator Robbie Robertson more than earns his “executive music producer” credit) alongside DiCaprio’s running first-person narration. This is very much iconic, old-school Scorsese in full bloom, but what’s missing is the marvelous empathy the filmmaker managed to conjure for even those films’ most reprehensible characters — the sense that this former seminarian could see the good and ill in the souls of troubled men, even finding some kind of tormented nobility in the psychopath Travis Bickle.

She's extraordinary. They've been working together for what now, 30 years? Talk about an amazing creative collaboration.

Almost 50 years, believe it or not. She edited his very first feature, Who's That Knocking At My Door? back in 1967.

Scorsese is my all-time favorite director, and I am going nuts trying to contain my excitement for this. I just finished both of Jordan Belfort's books, and yes, his life was pretty insane, to put it mildly. Approaching this as a straight drama would have been a huge mistake, due to the utter absurdity of his situation--so glad Scorsese and Terrence Winter decided to approach it as a dark comedy, a la the excellent The Informant!.

Tickets are already available for purchase at our local ArcLight Cinemas. Fuck, I also just noticed that Lone Warrior or whatever that Mark Wahlberg flick is called is also getting released in limited theaters on 12/2. There's like 12 flicks coming out on 12/25 that I want to see.

Martin Scorsese’s The Wolf Of Wall Street will be released wide by Paramount Pictures on Christmas Day with a three-hour play time and an R-rating that some who have seen the film are surprised it received from the MPAA’s Classification and Rating Administration. Exhibitors who’ve seen it have called it everything from “rough” to “the hardest R I’ve ever seen from a major Hollywood studio.”

Wow, sounds like the perfect film for DVDTalk!

Looks and sounds excellent though I can't think of who would want to go with me on Christmas Day to see it. I'll have to catch a matinee later in the week.

Belfort recently boasted to The Post’s Andrea Peyser that he could make as much as $30 million from the movie. He promised it would all go to his victims, who the feds say have seen a small portion of the $10 million in restitution he promised to pay before beginning a lucrative career as a motivational speaker.
You might want to consider that before you fork over your $15 for a film that, in the final analysis, is more exhausting than exhilarating.

Do you really want to transfer money from your pocket into that of this scumbag, Jordan Belfort, who only avoided a long sentence by turning in his partners in crime?

Look closely and you might see your own venal fantasies in how these Wall Street scumbags spend their ill-gotten gains on drugs, hookers, cars, yachts and jets. Working with a gutsy script by The Sopranos' Terence Winter, Scorsese is jabbing hard at America's jackpot culture. The laughs are merciless and nonstop, every one with a sting in its tail.

If that's too much for you, go watch The Sound of Music. Scorsese doesn't coddle.